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going over this because oh my fucking god
charlottes middle name is whitney????? weirdly fitting
parker jay robins
WE GOT CONFIRMED AGEs HELLO??? charlotte is 28 and parker is 30 🥹
charlotte's weight is just. 30. 30 pounds? ounces? i assume objects would have a different way to measure weight than humans would
parker reported her missing the very next morning instead of right away...i assume he didn't do it right away because of the circumstances of her disappearance (i mean she just disappeared in front of him)
the cell phone number?? area code omitted, i assume this is because cheesy doesnt want people trying to dial up an actual number but it's still curious to me and i think an in-universe explanation would be fun too!
charlotte has an instagram (awesomegram) apparently
the spaces for limb and eye colors caught my eye too. i think it implies that objects of the same species can have different limb/eye colors, so it's more than a stylistic choice on cheesys part im probably reading too much into it but idc give me some slack
space for glasses/contacts
parker marking unknown for the report type 🥲
PARKER'S HANDWRITING!!!! this is a small detail but i really love when we get to see a character's handwriting it's just a cute touch
unknown as a marker for sex, i'm guessing this is for if the missing person in question is a doe but it would be funny if it were more widespread
OBJECT CLASSIFICATION GROUPS!!! i posted this on my biology blog but i found this especially exciting. really really good foundation for the taxonomical classifications of objects if that's your thing (i dont think anyone except for me cares about this but oh well)
that's it, i really like this, i'm hoping we get more of these for the other characters???
#hfjone#hfjone charlotte#hfjone parker#object shows#disarming voice#me and my friends will have fun scouring over this i'm sure
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Covers 1 + 2 of “Disarming Voice” :)
#my art#Pokémon#pokemon#au#creepypasta#pokepasta#pokemon creepypasta#original pokepasta#original creepypasta#disarming voice#Calem#serena#Delphox#greninja#Pokémon Calem#pokemon serena#meowstic#litwick#hypnos lullaby#fnf lullaby
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Baby Bird Advices
When a person is facing a difficult moment, or having to make a though decision. The voice of their soulmate will manifest in their head. It's not their actual voice though, it's the voice of the child they were once, which can be confusing because people change over time.
Sometimes all someone needs is a kid scolding them or telling them to take a break; After all, they don't lie to make you feel better but try their best to support you.
However, Jason's soulmate wants a refund, little Robin is definitely not trying his best. He suggested steal the tires of a car once!
Danny didn't know his soulmate's name, one day the boy proudly declared his name was "Robin" which couldn't be a real name, but he assumed it worked. Little Robin gave worrisome advice.
Honestly, Little Robin remained silent for most of his life, sometimes he complained about his parents or his living conditions, but he didn't go further than that.
When he was a child it was a surprise to discover Little Robin, at that time the voice had no name but at the age of 5 he advised him to run, and well, it worked. Robin had a lot of advices on running away, or how to survive on little food, which was extremely helpful considering his... living conditions.
Although the halfa was very worried about the future of the child, he knew the voice of his soulmate would still be there even if they died, Little Robin was still alive? Would he be okay? How did he know so many worrying things? And why did he consider it was a good idea to tell him what to do?
On the other hand, Jason has tried to shut the little Dick in his head from making jokes during his most tense moments. Although he is stupidly helpful, and his knowledge of chemistry helped him on more than one occasion (how did a kid know about chemistry and mechanics, what the fuck?)
#DPxDC#dpxdc#Imagine little Jason just telling Danny what to do#And sometimes is really useful#but other times Danny is just worried#What if his soulmate is in jail#it wouldn't surpirse him#Jason is absolutely done with Baby Danny's jokes#some advices are useful#Like the advice of how to disarm a bomb#on the other hand how the fuck his soulmate knew that#The voices can vary in age#but usually remain in children or upset teenagers#It depends a bit on what you need#the only requirement is that your Soulmate lived that age#dead on main#dp x dc crossover#prompt#Ooo you can go the other way#with the inner kid voice being able to reach adulthood#But since they both died young their voices stay at that age#And that makes them think their soulmate is dead#just imagine little bubbly voices with the worst advices possible#soulmate au#dc x dp
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movie ron: i’ll heh go easy on you. even though you have consistently showed us how proficient you are at spellcasting and how hyper confident you are at magic. i’m the Man so i’ll go easy, don’t worry my overwhelming manliness will not allow me to disarm a poor defenceless girl
book ron: [excitedly] I DISARMED HERMIONE THREE WHOLE TIMES DID YOU SEE THAT HARRY DID YOU?????
#hermione: it was like once i got you many more times!#ron: I TWAS WAY MORE THAN ONCE#i like to imagine his voice cracking in that scene#ron knows hermione is good at magic and gets so excited he could disarm her#while reading the books you never have to wonder wether ron respects hermione#the character assassination of my ginger child by the movies is so bad#harry potter#ron weasley#hermione granger#ron weasley supremacy#ron weasley defense squad#romione#ronmione#books vs movies#order of the phoenix
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forever winter as a kunikidazai song send POST
#I CALLL JUST CHECKING UP ON HIM HES UP 5AM WASTED LONG GONE NOT EVEN LISTENING MY VOICE COMES OUT SCREAMING#ALL THIS TIME I DIDNT KNOWWW YOU WERE BREAKING DOWN#ID FALL TO PIECES ON THE FLOORRR IF YOU WERENT AROUND#and also#IF I WAS STANDING THERE IN YOUR APARTMENT ID TAKE THAT BOMB IN YOUR HEAD AND DISARM IT#ID SAY I LOVE YOU EVEN AT YOUR DARKEST AND PLEASE DONT GOOOOO#sorry. thank you#bsd#kunikidazai
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I’m developing a reputation at work as being good at dealing with difficult advisors (or the sake of the story you can think of them like our clients) and I’m like, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve literally never had to deal with a difficult advisor. Like, maybe slightly annoying or particular ones at times, but I’ve heard the horror stories, I’ve never worked with anyone difficult.
So my team lead asks me to take on a new advisor, literally opens the conversation with you may be familiar with the name, like this is one who there is a whole rumor mill in the department about being difficult to work with. And I’m told she is going to want to interview me before she even agrees to let me be assigned to her (*not* standard procedure) and my TL is coaching me for this interview, literally warns me that this woman is just looking for a reason to be mad.
So I log into Zoom for this interview and have a perfectly pleasant conversation with this woman who asks very normal questions about my experience and my work process and who by the end is absolutely gushing about how excited she is to work with me. And after I hang up the Zoom call, my TL is also gushing about how well I handled that, to me, normal sort of conversation. And I’m just like, “…thanks? I’m good at dealing with difficult advisors.”
And I guess the moral of the story is that you might have things that you’re actually really talented at but have no idea; you think it’s just normal.
#I think the key is that I am really good at my job (and also quick)#so of course people appreciate that#and I also have the voice/demeanor of a kindergarten teacher and a body like someone tried to give a dumpling an hourglass figure#it’s the competent and friend-shaped combo that disarms demanding assholes
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TBH "____ has a toxic fanbase" has become a dogwhistle for "too many neurodivergent/queer people like this thing, I don't respect their interests!"
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Chili! :D
#She can use Disarming Voice on command now!#I think that's progress!#pokemon#pokemon irl#raltspostin
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my ralts screams at u and u die
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thinking about how ava kind of parallels airy because shes also a disembodied voice that was only revealed at the last second and her motives are the opposite of his i feel sick
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Miscellaneous pokepasta doodles
#my art#pokepasta#lost silver#snow on mount silver#glitchy red#strangled red#disarming voice#insomnia silver#lost silver gold#trainer red#trainer silver#trainer gold#Freakachu#pikachu#Unown#Jolteon#Gengar#Blastoise#Meowstic#Delphox#Greninja#trainer serena#original pokepasta#original creepypasta#creepypasta#tw: blood and injury#tw: gore#tw: creepy imagery#clawde oc#fluffy oc
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y’know what fuck It im showing up to the [redacted] meeting in full veil and dress and I’m going to the [redacted] later dressed the same. can’t be much more disarming to right wing nuts than what they perceive to be a white woman in formalwear. wish me luck.
edit: survived. only directly heckled by two or three insane maga men all of whom seemed to get uncomfortable and stopped calling the guys around me faggots when I was looking at them. conclusion: being watched by a white woman in formalwear embarrasses white boys. notes for next time: amp up the ‘disappointed grandmother’ vibes.
#ra speaks#personal#I’ve been hemming and hawing all morning. fuck it we ball in a dress and mantilla.#it’s part of the job to be demure and disarming and diffuse tensions and what’s more pavlovian associated with safety in white conservative#psyche than a white girl wearing modest feminine clothes.#I can pull it off. probably. I can still do the customer service voice.#to bind or not to bind…that is the question….#probably won’t matter w a coat but I’ll see
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BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR
So. Couple fairy type ones for you. Please consider: Ephemeral TM019, Vanilla TM127. You essentially pick up what I’m putting down, I am sure 💕
I do indeed pick it up, and then I shake it up. xD Two fics; two very different forms of connection, just for you my friend. ^_^ Cross-posted to AO3 here as chapters three and four respectively, welcome to the revenge of the Fairy types. (Vanilla under the read more!)
TM19: Disarming Voice
It’s a revelation, the first time his best friend sings.
Brassius is fresh from hospitalisation, a deep, fragile blue coating his heart, but as they sculpt and paint together in the studio they’ve begun to share, he hears soft words, sung sweetly almost under breath. It’s stilted, lacking flow – he pauses between lines, lungs still recuperating – but it’s unmistakeable nevertheless.
“When your day is long… and the night… the night is yours alone…”
It’s soulful, melodious, in tune, and sung through a quiet smile. It’s indicative of recovery physical and mental alike, and it sparks utter joy in Hassel’s gentle heart, despite the song’s inherent sadness. He listens silently, eyes falling closed behind his canvas, heat prickling behind his lids.
“Don’t let yourself go… ‘cause everybody cries…”
Oh stop it, he says within his own mind, not remotely meaning it. You’ll start me off crying, dear. I already love you far too much…
“Sometimes everything is wrong… now it’s time to sing along…”
He doesn’t need open eyes to know that’s an invitation rather than a simple lyric; he chokes a tender laugh, faces him tearfully, joins his beloved in voice. He matches him pause for pause. I will always wait for you, Brassie.
“When your day is night alone… if you feel like letting go…” he’s weeping now, inevitably, though there is no trace of judgement upon the smiling countenance that meets his. “If you think you’ve had too much of this life… well, hang on…”
Brassius meets him then, in the studio’s centre; they intwine hands automatically, equals, partners, the song perfectly relevant to both in its own unique way.
“’Cause everybody hurts,” they whisper-sing, gazes miles-deep. “Take comfort in your friends…”
Arms spontaneously embrace, pull each other tight to them, murmur traces of loving, relieving sobs.
“I hadn’t thanked you yet, for staying by my side once more,” a breathy voice rasps against him. “Not just now, but ever since we’ve been acquainted. Such permanent sunshine…”
“I am privileged to be able to shine upon you,” comes the tender murmur in response. “Thank y-you, for remaining in the light.”
Dual shadows chased away, they sigh together, foreheads meeting. They keep building, Hassel knows – keep getting nearer and nearer to admitting what lays beyond their friendship.
… Now is not the moment, he understands gently. Now is about healing, and singing, and quietly loving, and so he pulls back before he loses himself completely, eyes bright, and begins anew.
“If you feel like you’re alone… no, no, no, you’re not alone.”
“No, I’m not,” Brassius whispers, clinging tight to his hands, grey gaze sparkling in silvered joy. “And nor are you, dearest Hass.”
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Years later, the song for their wedding’s first dance seems obvious, but they ponder individually all day nevertheless, pensive throughout their League matches.
When they present one another later with the exact same song in the exact same moment, both laugh until they’re almost breathless, lips joining in harmonic silliness.
They conduct one another’s light, after all. There could have been no other real choice.
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TM127: Play Rough
“I need training, dear.”
Larry glances up from the newspaper he is merely glazing over, brow raising.
“Is that a formal request, Kate?”
Her eyes glint, challenge clear.
“Yes. Yes it is.”
The newspaper is spontaneously dropped; steel meets the forest, gazes locked.
“Mm,” he murmurs, conclusive. “Five minutes.”
She grins, almost evil, and the spell is cast. “Game on.”
Their Pokemon collected, they meet on the battle court in their own yard, hands shaken, excitement barely concealed behind simple nods as they walk to their respective sides.
For a husband and wife who take battling far too seriously, training is akin to warfare. He doesn’t generally consider himself passionate, but this… this is different. He knows her, intimately – knows how she looks in the dead of morning, bathed in heat; knows how she wears joy, softly and with infinite kindness; knows how she brings light to his world, light he had never seen the merest wisp of before being at her side. She thrills him on every possible level, and the sheen of battle is no different.
And so, as he does every time, he will play the game. He will bring every moment of his Elite Four training to their own garden, to an unsanctioned bout.
He will give her the battle of her life, because she is worth every tiny little half-second of his devotion.
… And, well. He’d be lying if he claimed not to enjoy these things himself, too, even if it is mostly through osmosis.
He releases Oricorio to her Lokix, and grins claim them both.
“Begin,” he announces simply, and they glow.
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It is left in the end to Ursaring and Flamigo; his bird preens proudly as they stare one another down, fire united, and Ursaring lets loose a low growl. They are no strangers to their mother and father’s duels, and play their roles as though the world will fall if they do.
“Play Rough!”
“Dodge.”
Flamigo does, deftly – he is faster, and holds the overall advantage. Both Pokemon wear their gleaming crowns, casting the fauna around them in glistening fractures of light, king and queen of the residence; it is blinding, but husband and wife both retain utmost focus.
“Brave Bird.”
“Intercept!”
He blinks, briefly, as Ursaring meets Flamigo head on. He sees a flash of a younger Katy behind his eyes – a memory, five years old, of her refusing to temper herself to his stubbornness.
She had never known when to quit, even against insurmountable odds.
“Just have dinner with me!”
“I… I can’t just have dinner with you.”
“And why not?”
“Because we’re both in the League -”
“So are Hassel and Brassius! Never stopped them, has it?”
“I… no, but -”
“But nothing, silly man. You’ll meet me in Treasure, seven sharp. Be terribly unprofessional of you to miss such an important meeting, dear…”
He flips back to reality, smile clinging to him. She shifts his horizons daily, cherishes him for exactly who he is… inspires him to become brighter.
His stare sets, and watches every minute detail; watches Ursaring as though she’s in slow-motion, the grasp and the throwback and the setting up for -
“Brave Bird!”
“Play Rough!”
It ends in carnage; both sparkle out, gleam receding, simultaneously knocked out by blows taken in unison. Recoil damage can be a cruel mistress.
They thank their friends as they meet once more in the middle, smiles identical.
“Very well-played, darling.”
“Very well-played indeed, dear.”
Technically, the game is a draw – but as he feels the burst of light against his heart, as he takes her hand and they head for the Pokemon Centre, he acknowledges silently that he much prefers to think that they both win.
Got a request for The Technical Festival, which celebrates Ephemeralart and Vanillacupcakes through the medium of TMs? Take a look here; my askbox is open!
#the technical festival#ephemeralartshipping#vanillacupcakeshipping#hassel#brassius#katy#larry#pokemon scarlet and violet#my writing#and now if you look to your left#you will see that I have been murdered twice in two separate ways#because MY GOD ALL FOUR OF THEM KILL ME T_T#goddamn rem... goddamn unity... goddamn CONNECTIONS...#*weeps softly*#tm19 - disarming voice#tm127 - play rough
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“HAHAHAHHA GET IT?? DISARMED?!?!?”
#amphibia spoilers#amphibia s3b spoilers#all in spoilers#lord darcy#amphibia fanart#darcy amphibia#gaymer art#THEM SAYING THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED#NO THE ENTIRE TIME THEY WERE JUST UNHINGED#DARCY'S LITERALLY INSANE HOLY FUCK#god god god tho the animation this ep darcy's voice acting the boarding the EVERYTHING#god. we were fed so well today#still not over this joke tho they literally amputated a man and went straight for the disarming jokes#of course they did#speedran this so that i could post it right after the ep aired
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